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Do I know him,
this freckle-faced boy
standing on the wet sand
holding up a beach ball?

His striped shirt tucked
into a snake-clasped
multi-coloured belt
on grey flannel shorts.

He poses for the Kodak
held by my father
in this holiday snap.
From where? From when?

I’ll never catch the ball
he throws into the air.
It bounces lower
and lower until it stops,
and slowly deflates.

 

 

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